Hail victim, raise your voice
And curse this mortal chain
Lay down your tired albatross
Let Heaven hear your strain
This unrelenting plague unbound
Your agonizing toll
Like God himself in parallel
Delusion takes you hold

Recoil
I see you writhe in distress
Hell on earth
No one ever stood for pain like this

Sing to me your plight unjust
Define it for the rest of us
No river of your tears, no sympathy will find you here

Not one of you bastards has a cross to bear
(2x)

You clench your fist unto the sky
To sound your troubled mind
Unto the throne of sorrow’s scribe
Of sacrifice divine

(Pre-Chorus)

(Chorus)

Bite your tongue
Bleed unsung
(2x)

(Chorus 2x)




Behind the Song:
'The story of the cross of Christ is sacred. It's most definitely not perceived that way by everyone, but it is for me. Expressing the hardships in life as your 'cross to bear' has become commonplace, but when I ponder its implication, is an insult to true and meaningful sacrifice. No burden you carry will ever compare to the weight of the world. The use of the word 'bastard' is this chorus is, in fact, contextual. Making a statement like this shows an obvious division between its conveyor and a Heavenly Father.' - Ryan Clark